Gentleman

{if d = 4}You ignore the internal beeping of your recall signal. You're craving cock too much! Recall can wait.

{endif}{if met sir = true}You notice Sir Dorian look at you from the corner of his eye. Your eyes meet and he smirks, winking his eye before looking away. Cooly. Professionally. Something tells you he hasn't forgotten about the encounter earlier, and that look he just gave you makes you think that perhaps he'd like an encore. You place a hand on his shoulder.

"I hoped you'd be back again" he says, staring out the window.

"I just saw that you may need my services some more." You can feel the part of your brain responsible for lust spark up from the memory of sucking his cock not so long ago, and all those eyes staring at you hungrily. "Perhaps something more... engaging to some of the other guests."

The corner of his lips curls up. "Sounds interesting. What did you have in mind?"

"Meet me in one of the 'loving Rooms' with a few friends," you slide your hand down and off his back, giving him a light pap on the butt, "I'll be ready and waiting." You look back with a sultry look as you walk away, your ass swaying side to side. Before you head down the hallway towards the private rooms you give him one last look. Sir Dorian is on his phone, no doubt looking for buddies to keep you busy with.

The room you choose is spacious and quite bare, with only a couple cushioned chairs to the side, a chest, a padded sawhorse in the middle, and a strangely out of place mattress next to that, just lying there on the floor. There's a couple large oil paintings on the wall, but they don't interest you at all at the moment. You need to get ready. You slip out of the dress, letting it fall on the floor. Being naked makes you feel good. All degrading and sexual actions make you feel good. You keep your high heels on, just to give a touch of class. You bend over to open the chest. Inside is a plethora of toys, gadgets and tools, all for raw physical pleasure. You take a classic red ball gag out, the one with the black leather straps, as well as a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs, though really, if you really wanted to, which you don't, you could easily break out of them at any time. You put them on one by one, first the ball gag, then the blindfold, and then lastly the handcuffs with your hands behind your back, and then sit on your knees on the mattress facing the entrance, waiting for Sir Dorian and whomever he would bring with him.

You sit there unmoving for nearly twenty minutes before you hear the door open. There's quite a lot of footsteps.

"Wow, and you did this all without being commanded to fembot? I must say, I'm impressed." It's Dorian's voice. "Me and my friends will have lots of fun with you."

Something unbalances the mattress and you suddenly feel someone pushing you over forwards. There's the sound of clothes ruffling and belts being loosened, and your smell receptor picks up the familiar scent you crave for; the scent of cock. It's close to your face, you can sense it, and a moment later you feel the tip against your lower lip. The ballgag is forcefully pulled down, and it falls down to dangle around your neck. You instinctively open your slut mouth to swallow the cock, and the man grunts. It's not Dorian. Someone grabs the back of your head and forces you forward, causing you to deep throat it. You simulate gagging perfectly, slobbering and moaning with a high tone. He begins to thrust in and out, slapping his balls against your chin, slamming his tip down your throat. Your tongue can hardly move. Suddenly the cock twitches and cums, feeding you, filling your stomach with warm goodness. They egress the cock and shoot the last spurts at your face. You can feel the ivory dripping down your skin.

"Fuck, this slut is good!"

You're pushed over onto your back, the mattress springs bouncing you a little. Your head is tilted back and another, a fresh cock, enters your mouth. You suck it eagerly, the ballsack bouncing against your face happily. To your surprise your legs are not parted, but brought together and lifted into the air, your calfs on their shoulders. A thick cock slides between your ample thighs, just an inch or two above your unused, burning cunt, which they proceed to sensually and slowly slide in and out, gradually picking up speed. Then, just when you thought thing couldn't get hotter, someone sits on your metallic stomach, and rests their cock between your breasts, using and kneading them to give themselves a titty fuck. There's grunts and moans abound, and even the sound of dicks being stroked. This won't do; it's your job to pleasure everyone! You break your handcuffs easily and raise your open palms into the air, only to be immediately greeted by two more cocks. You stroke the dicks expertly, with long, strong strokes from tip to base. One by one the cocks cum, drenching and filling you with jizz, but just when you thought everyone was spent, more cocks came in to replace them. Just how many people did Sir Dorian invite to fuck you? You go into a lustful daze, your mind unfocused on everything but pleasure. Time passes. You're unsure how long, but when you focus again every inch of your body is caked in a thin layer of drying jizz. You're sitting on your knees, your mouth open, your tongue lulling and drooling. You sense everyone standing around you in a circle, stroking out what must be the last of their reserves. You mewl mindlessly, **** to taste cum one more time. It's silent except for the hot sound of fapping; 'fap-fap-fap-fap', everyone stifling their breaths. Then suddenly one of them grunts and shoots their load at the back of your head. No longer holding back, one by one the rest groan and moan and discharge their cum, caking you in more layers. Some even slap you gently with their still hard cocks, but other than that they soon leave you sitting alone in the room. You still reel from the pleasurable experience even after almost an hour, doing nothing but savouring the feeling and rubbing your skin in circles. You eventually break the daze, and clean yourself to a presentable standard.{else}You make your way towards the gentleman by the window. You stand a few feet away from him, pretending to be more interested in the view outside.

"The stars are beautiful, no?" You say, although they're not really your own but of your dominating programming. You turn your head in his direction, eyeing him from top to bottom. He's wearing a crisp black tuxedo, with a red flower in his breast pocket. He's handsome, with a solid jawline covered with a beard, short but not scruffy. He has short brown hair that shines with a healthy glow, and his eyes are glistening blue. It takes him a moment to notice you're even there.

"Oh, uh, yes. Beautiful." There is a long pause.

"You seem distracted sir. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Now it's his turn to look you over. You feel his eyes tracing your curves, all the way up until they meet your white eyes once more. You like it when people do this to you; it makes you feel validated as an object. He smiles. It's a nice smile. "I'm just thinking of business, that's all, nothing you can do to help with that." He sips from a wineglass. "I'm Sir Dorian."

"Pleasure. I am S4M."

"So you're the new model of fembot, right? So that's what my investments were paying for. The stocks from your company rose when they announced you. Made quite good returns."

"I am a new model, yes." You draw closer to him, putting one hand on his shoulder and stroking his chest with the other. "Would you like to see if your investments were worth it?"

He smirks. "I don't see why not. Get on your knees. I want to look at the stars while you pleasure me."

"Are you sure you want me to do that in front of all these people?"

"I don't mind, I've done it before. It's almost expected of me."

"As you wish."

You shift to be in front of him, facing him. You descend to your knees, still looking him in the eyes. Sir Dorian unzips his fly and parts his tucked in shirt. He snakes his cock out through the hole; solid, thick, heady with man scent. You kiss the tip, shifting it, smearing it slowly down the side of his shaft. It visibly grows, hardens, until you're face to face with a cock of a real man. Some of the guests nearby cast glances in your direction, but they're not looks of judgment but of amusement and perhaps a little of envy. You extend your tongue, letting the cock rest on top, your mouth wide. Then you bring your head forward until your mouth envelops it, roughly halfway, and you seal your lips around it. You slurp loudly, slobbering your tongue against the cock, covering it with your specialy lubricated spit. Dorian's nostrils flare as he suppresses a sharp breath, but nobody can hide something like that from you. You squint your eyes and smile with the cock still in your mouth. You begin to bob your head back and forth. It's not that his cock is small, it's quite big, but your lips are just so plump they dwarf it a little. You trail your dexterous tongue underneath, tickling the most sensitive part oh his hood. He grunts, as if in pain, gritting his teeth and leaning his fists against the glass, thrusting somewhat with his hips. It didn't take you long to wring his orgasm out; the whole encounter lasted no more than a minute or two, but it's certainly not the fastest you've been able to do it in. Dorian begins to facefuck you rapidly, his cock red and hot and twitching. You grip his cock tightly with your tongue, providing more stimulation, driving him over the edge. He grunts again, filling your mouth with warmth and stickiness; cum. Delicious, intoxicating, better than anything cum, and it's quite the large load as well. You milk him for all that he's got, slurping and slobbering and sucking like a whore. Jolts of electricity travel to your brain, providing you with intense pleasure that makes you gasp and moan so loud the entire room hears it. You stare up into Sir Dorian's eyes, your mouth agape and drooling white, before regaining your senses and swallowing it. Some of the nearby onlookers hoorah modestly, grinning and happy to be able to have witnessed your demonstration. No doubt some of them have invested in your development as well.

Dorian catches a breather before regaining composure, hiding his cock and zipping up his fly. "Y-yes, I think it was quite worth investing."

"I am glad I've been satisfactory." You stand up and bow slightly. "You shouldn't let your cum churn for so long in your testes; it's unhealthy to go too long without an orgasm. I'll be here if you need any further stimulation, Sir Dorian."

"Er, I'll keep that in mind."

You bow again and make your way back to the ball proper.{endif}